His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 202: Olive's Pov

My body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together in a completely different body, every muscle in my body fucking hurt and was exhausted, and that’s when Zane carefully lifted me off the bed which eliminated a sound of protest from my lips.

"I've got you," he murmured against my hair, cradling me against his chest like I was something he hadn’t just out a whole fist in my body. "I just need to take care of you. Clean you up."

He carried me through a doorway I hadn't noticed earlier into a massive bathroom that looked like it was brought out from a luxurious movie set, it shone with marble and some with gleaming fixtures and a bathtub that could easily fit three people.

Zane set me down gently on the edge of the tub, keeping one hand on my waist to steady me while he turned on the water with the other, testing the temperature until it was perfectly warm.

"Arms up," he said softly, and I obeyed automatically, letting him pull off what remained of my dress that had somehow gotten twisted around my waist during everything we'd done.

Once I was completely naked, Zane helped me into the tub, the warm water immediately soothing my aching muscles, and I sighed with relief as I sank down into it.

"Feel good?" Zane asked, kneeling beside the tub, and I noticed for the first time that his hands were shaking slightly.

"Amazing," I assured him, reaching out to grab his wrist. "Come in with me."

"I need to take care of you first," Zane said, but I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, could see that he needed comfort just as much as I did.

"You can take care of me from in here," I pointed out, my lips pouting. "Please. I want you close."

Something in my voice must have convinced him because Zane quickly stripped and climbed into the tub behind me, pulling me back against his chest so I was settled between his legs.

His arms wrapped around my waist and I felt him press his face into my hair, breathing deeply like he was trying to memorize my scent.

"Are you okay?" Zane asked quietly. "Did I hurt you? Was it too much?"

I twisted in his arms so I could see his face, and what I found there made my chest ache, genuine fear that he'd pushed me too far, that he'd damaged me somehow, that I was going to leave now that I'd seen the depths of what he wanted.

When had Zane gotten too soft, when had he begin to care of my wellbeing in between our crises that I didn’t pick note of it.

"I'm perfect," I whispered quietly, gently cupping his face in my hands. "Well…I’m not going to deny, that was intense and overwhelming and yes, it pushed me to my limits. But Zane, it was also incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like this, plus you didn't hurt me, rather, you showed me parts of myself I didn't know existed."

“Hmmm…” He whispered, chuckling, the sound coming out rough but soothing, “So you still love me," Zane whispered, his eyes a little bit darker but had this humorous glint beneath it.

"I do," I confirmed. "I still love you. Even though it's probably insane to love someone this much this fast. Even though I know loving you is going to be the most complicated thing I've ever done."

Zane's thumb brushed across my cheekbone, his touch achingly gentle.

"I've never said those words to anyone," he admitted. "Never felt them. Never thought I was capable of them after what happened to me."

"But?" I prompted.

"But I love you," Zane said, and his voice broke slightly on the words. "I love you so much it terrifies me. Love you so much I'd burn the entire world down if it meant keeping you safe. Love you so much that the thought of losing you makes me physically ill."

I stared down at him, and I didn’t know when the tears started rolling down my face, and I didn't try to hide them.